Imaginary Girl

When we were growing up, my mom provided our imaginary friend for us. Her name was Sarah, and she would tell us stories about the bald principal at the school where my mom worked. Then one day Sarah got ran over and died. I guess my mom got tired of doing her voice. I miss Sarah.

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  1. Comment by dismarum | 2006/09/20 at 13:06:05

    This is still the most morbid yet still fondly remembered childhood memory I’ve ever heard.


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